I Refuse to Become Scumbag in Tokyo

The night of summer was fairly hot. Naturally, he turned on the air conditioner, which forced him to wear a blanket. Yet he had to say he didn't need to use the blanket now since his body was hot. However, this heat didn't come from his body. Instead, it came from the desire provoked by the young woman in front of him.

Misaki might seem childish, but her body was, without a doubt, an adult woman.

Her soft, bouncy breasts were perfectly actuated by that perfectly fitted t-shirt, plump thighs under her short skirt, which kept provoking him, and the citrus-like scent that tickled his nostrils.

While she might not have noticed it, she was a perfect succubus.

Under that blanket, they could see each other eyes ambiguously, locked by an impulse.

Her slender hand didn't let go of his hardened penis under his shorts and kept holding it as if her hand was glued to it.

His eyes could see her eyes seemingly staring at his nether region before slowly moving toward his lips. Her throat clearly showed movement, apparently eager for something that might happen after this.

"Senpai..."

"Ah, um."

Misaki was shy and couldn't look into her eyes straight.

Yet such a gesture made him speechless since her hand was still holding his erection.

"Can you let go of my penis first?"

"Oh, oh! Sorry!"

She quickly apologized, then said, "If you want, you can also grab my boobs."

"....."

She knew that she had messed up.

"No, it's okay."

"Why?!"

She felt strangely offended when he rejected her offer.

"Do you want me to touch them?"

"Um..."

Could she say that? No way!

She puffed her cheeks and turned her body, showing her back, annoyed by his insensitivity. Even though she was the personification of insensitivity, she wouldn't forgive him if he didn't coax her, but suddenly he felt his rugged and large palm touch her buttocks, caressing them gently before moving upward into her stomach.

"He-Hey... where-where are you touching me...?!"

Her voice showed a hint of panic, yet it sounded so sexy, as if she invited him to move further.

He moved closer and whispered right into her ear, "Senpai, you know I am a man, right? If you keep provoking me, I am afraid I can't hold back." He rubbed his nose against her neck, inhaling the scent of her slender neck and hair. He moved his hand around her body from her slender belly, plump thigh, and mochi-like buttocks.

At this moment, he was even surprised at how bold he was.

While he wanted to wait until Misaki let go of Mitaka, if she kept provoking him like this, it was impossible for him to hold on. He was a man, and it was impossible for him to stay sane under the temptation of this succubus.

"Ahhn~!"

Misaki subconsciously let out a sweet moan from her mouth.

While his hands never touched her breasts or her private place, it gave a shiver of delight. It was like electricity ran through her body, numbing her, making her weaker and weaker. Her breathing became harder, and it was impossible for her to think of anything else.

"Senpai."

The word "Senpai" almost cut the string of rationality in her mind, yet she still held on. However, she wasn't sure how long she could continue. She might have had the experience of seducing and attacking the man she liked in the past, but she had never had an experience of being attacked. She was a virgin, and no man had ever landed their hands on her immodest body.

She was like a beautiful flower in the greenhouse, being nurtured by a patient gardener yet knowing nothing about the hardship of nature, so when a fierce locust came, she was helpless.

Being played by him, she could only be under his mercy and kept moaning in a sweet voice even if she didn't want to. She tried to get away, but her body kept drawing toward him like a magnet.

While this act was subconscious, she pressed her tantalizing buttocks to his nether region, feeling the heat transmitted from his erection. The fabric on their bodies might separate them, yet it was impossible to stop the rush of pleasure in their bodies.

"Hnn~!"

Then, at that moment, her eyes turned upward, feeling something that she had never felt, soaking wet her panties. Her breathing was hard as she tried to catch her breath. She had never felt this before, and her mind was a mess, almost melting.

She was scared. She was scared that if this continued, she might not be able to escape from his palms. Yet she was drawn by him and seemed unable to escape. She was like Eve, who was tempted to eat the forbidden fruit by the snake.

She knew this was dangerous, yet she turned her head to meet his eyes, and she couldn't look away.

His eyes were sharp, like a falcon, staring at his prey from a distance. The desire in his eyes was clearly shown, and once she showed weakness, he would never let her go.

No words were exchanged.

Only their eyes stared at each other.

The sound of the wind from the air conditioner, breathing, and their heartbeats. They could hear all of them clearly under this blanket.

He also couldn't think straight at that moment. He had always been like this in front of a woman. His desire was clearly shown on his face, and he hid nothing. He wanted to sleep with Misaki.

This was clearly shown on his face. There was no hypocrisy, lying, or deception. Everything was laid bare naked. Neither of them hid anything.

This was the beauty of lovemaking. They showed their everything without hiding anything on the top of this bed.

Yet he also wondered whether this was alright.

If this was a normal man, they would snap and jump into Misaki. It was all good and all, but he knew that he hadn't solved her problem.

Mitaka Jin.

Misaki's childhood friend and previous crush.

Honestly, he didn't think much about Mitaka, especially the man who decided to run away after his hard work was denied. If Mitaka could hold on, he could say that this guy was a man. Unfortunately, Mitaka was running away.

If he had to say Mitaka's advantage was only his handsome face, but this advantage was useless.

Mitaka's body was also scrawny, so he was quite weak.

Besides that, Mitaka had nothing. It might be because he knew he had nothing that he loved to make girls love him, so that way, it made him alive. Yet because of that, he was blinded, thinking that no one would get their hands on Misaki. He also still believed that Shishio didn't have an interest in Misaki.

Unfortunately, Mitaka's bet was wrong since he was 100% interested in Misaki.

The thought of him putting his hardened penis into her warm, sloppy, wet pussy caused his erection to become even harder. Naturally, it was impossible for his shorts to contain his raging erection.

Yet his sanity and rationality were still intact, so he wouldn't make the first move. However, this also made him extremely painful. His lust tried to break him apart, telling him to conquer and dominate this woman to become his, but his rationality told him that it wasn't the time.

If it was before, this kind of thing might be impossible.

However, when Yukinoshita suddenly disappeared, it made him realize how lost he was. The feeling of being ignored and her sudden disappearance made him annoyed and angry. Yet his personality disallowed him to do so, and he put on his poker face as if nothing had happened.

In his heart, he tried to think that Yukinoshita was nothing but a girl like others.

Yet how could he think that?

The more he suppressed this feeling, the more he realized how much she meant to him.

It was similar to Misaki.

She was right in front of him. In front of his eyes, showing the charm of a woman that only be shown toward him.

It was only him.

No one else.

Even Mitaka had never seen this side of her.

This feeling was just unbearable for him.

When he watched her lips, he could imagine how sweet those lips were. He was sure it would be sweeter than any honey in this world. He wanted to press his lips and mark her as his.

As a man, he wanted to make her his woman.

Misaki could also see this. It was also her first time seeing him like this. His eyes gave her a shiver, making her body weak and scared, yet even if she was frightened, there was this desire that made her want to get even closer to him. She wanted him to subjugate her, dominate her, letting him do whatever he wanted to her body.

Their desire intensified, and in the end, they were unable to control it anymore.

He gently pinched her chin, staring deep into her eyes.

Misaki's eyes fluttered, shy, but she closed her eyes gently and slightly moved her lips forward.

He was in a daze for a moment.

Their first meeting was far from good.

He had thought that he would never fall for this type of crazy girl. She might be beautiful, yet the way she acted made him think of the impossibility of them being together. Yet, at this moment, he realized what a lucky man he was.

Kamiigusa Misaki.

He took her lips gently, giving her a chaste kiss.

"Oh~!"

Misaki felt like she was drunk, having her first kiss taken from her.

Yet this was far from enough.

Misaki was a curious girl, and the chaste kiss they shared slowly turned into a lewd, dirty kiss, which caused them to become intoxicated.

As their lips parted, a string of saliva was seen between them.

Yet, in their eyes, only each other's presence mattered.

"Be gentle, alright?" Misaki knew what they were about to do, but watching his raging erection, she wondered whether it would fit inside her.

He kissed her forehead gently, giving her heart flutter and warmth.

"I will make you feel good, Senpai."

Their night was sleepless.